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She glanced down at herself, suddenly conscious of how she was dressed. Cut-off denim shorts, not too short but they were from low-rise jeans so they only came up to just below her belly button.

Her t-shirt was a little baggy but it was thin and she could see the outline of her black bra beneath the faded pink fabric.

Feigning more heat than she felt, Alice quickly tied her t-shirt up just under her bra so her smooth stomach and waist showed. Burns would come from behind so she bent down on her knees and leaned far into the bed so all he would see when he rounded the corner was her ass high in the air, shorts stretched tight.

It took about an hour to finish weeding and mulching the remaining flower beds. Alice took every opportunity to show off her body. Her breasts weren't huge but they were a nice round 34C with nipples that pointed up and were nice and long when she got horny.

Her legs were long for her only 5'5" frame, making her look a bit taller than she really was. Her blond shoulder length hair was tied up in a ponytail on top of her head and luckily she'd taken the time to put on a little make-up this morning although some of it she'd sweated off.

When the last bit of mulch was patted down, Mr. Burns stepped back in satisfaction and thanked her for a job well done. And then he winked again.

Alice was still unsure if he was just being nice to someone he perceived as a kid or if he was looking at her as the horny teen that she felt like.

Burns asked as he laid down his rake. Alice nodded and followed as he waved her to follow him toward a door on the side of his house.

His kitchen was clean and modern with sleek lines and not a lot of clutter unlike their kitchen at home.

Burns pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and a bottle of wine. He poured the tea in a tall slim glass and set it in front of her and then a glass of wine for himself.

Nice to have some company for a change. He did a bit of freelance writing from time to time but he'd received a modest inheritance years ago and was pretty comfortable, as he put it.

Alice started to lie then became too intrigued with where the subject matter could take them. Burns looked surprised for just an instant and then he broke out in a hearty laugh.

I finished high school this year but I'm still debating college. Burns said quietly and then seemed lost in thought for a moment.

Alice hesitated for only a moment before following him through the carpeted great room and into a hardwood hallway.

At the end of the hall Mr. Burns opened a door and disappeared inside. Alice's heart was pounding as she envisioned his bedroom, was she really ready for this, but then was disappointed when she walked in to his home office.

He had a large desk with tons of equipment on shelves all around it, a comfy padded leather desk chair, and a matching loveseat completed the furnishings.

Bookshelves lined one wall and were stuffed full of all kinds of books and interesting little objects and boxes. Burns was leaning over a small cabinet next to his desk and when he straightened back up he was holding a small, slim, laptop.

Are you sure you don't need it? Burns, how can I ever thank you? But, right now, Alice, I really need a shower and you probably do too.

Burns settled back in his desk chair while Alice stood awkwardly in the doorway. You see Alice, I am only interested in relationships with passive women.

When it comes to sex, I need to be in control and I don't want to scare you away but I'm not convinced that you are ready to handle what I would want to do with you.

She'd been envisioning letting Mr. Burns, the nice old man, fuck her as if she was doing him a favor and here he was ready to turn her down because she was young and inexperienced.

She didn't know what to say and she knew she was blushing furiously. We broke up a couple of months ago. Burns seemed to think about this.

She was surprisingly calm having this conversation now that her heart had settled back into a normal pattern.

It was dark and we were doing it with him behind me. His parents knew we were in the pool but they only came out to sit at a table closer to the house.

So, Rob just slowed down but never pulled out, I guess to them it just looked like he was hugging me from behind.

They started talking to us about their night and he kept fucking me really slowly. Burns nodded. She could believe she was saying it, even as she did Burns seemed to study her for a minute.

She pulled off her shirt in one quick movement and dropped it at her feet. Donna wasn't thinking about operations that were now ancient history.

She was too absorbed in playing with her Mommy's pussy, using both hands, licking one, digging with another, playing switch every other second, or so it seemed.

Though Angie was going cross-eyed, getting the stuffing fucked out of her, getting rocked back and forth with every hard thrust, Edna had to look over to her daughter to give her another look, one that said, "Jesus Christ, Donna!

If you want my snatch that bad, here, have at it. Donna was impressed with the beaver she now had to play with but couldn't help thinking it was a shame to ruin such fine undies when they could have been eased off, folded neatly, and set aside - maybe given as a gift to someone who appreciated opulence but could never afford to indulge herself.

Donna stopped making a slit-slime glutton of herself and settled into a good two-handed masturbation of her mother's pussy while turning her attention to the fucking Angie was getting.

As though noticing for the first time, Donna's eyes grew wide. Her daughter was getting screwed by a mutt!

The kid was getting the shit fucked out of her, buffeted, repeatedly impaled, skewered, humped and pumped by a fucking dog! Her mother's dog!

Her mother's canine lover! She admitted it. Donna watched along with her mother as Angie's body was pushed further back on the ottoman.

After five minutes of hard, steady pounding, her ass was in the center and her head touched the floor. Max neared his climax as evidenced by a faster, shorter stroke that ceased the backward slide.

Donna assumed that was the sign he was about to climax, and then she realized the person who would know was squirming on her fingers.

Donna said, "Mother, is he getting ready to cum? He's almost there. I mean, does he squirt a large quantity of semen Donna wanted an answer, so Edna said, "Yes, Donna.

When the dog fucks your mother's pussy, he always ejaculates a large quantity of canine semen. Happy, now?

She had her open admission, smiled, and watched the climax - a rather anticlimactic climax. He pumped her ragdoll body full of doggie semen, pulled out, then went off to curl up in a corner and lick his dick.

Angie lay in a sprawl leaking a big puddle onto an expensive ottoman. Donna fought the motherly impulse to dash for paper towels.

Her mother seemed unconcerned, interested more in seeing how big the puddle would get if left undisturbed, enjoying the sight of a sprawled, well-fucked little girl, ruining a good ottoman.

Edna reached her climax as the puddle spilled over the side. Donna saw to it that her mother had a good cum, then helped her come down from that cum with a good pussy massage.

Now there were two sprawled bitches as Edna laid her head back and enjoyed the after glow of a good pussy massage. Donna used the massage to keep the legs out at opposing right angles and the twat between them at a simmering boil.

Angie should have been in that beaver chowing down by now, but she was still recovering from being a well-fucked bitch. Donna reached out with a foot and gave her a nudge that rolled Angie's head her way.

Angie saw her mother motioning with her head, reminding her of her next order of business. Her mother nodded toward the beaver she had by the lips - a big messy beaver, a big hairy maw, an ugly wound turned into a wide oval you couldn't hide with a tea saucer - raw, red, very slimy, unappetizing as hell.

Angie groaned, rolled to her side, and sank to her knees, getting messy in the process, having rolled across a puddle of fuck, then knelt in spillage.

Even she was grossed out, but then she looked the maw of a beaver square in the hairy mouth and wanted no part of it. Donna kept insisting, trying not to alert her mother that she was insisting.

Angie gave in, moved in, and gave the maw of her grandmaw a lick that brought Granny's head shooting up. When she looked down and saw Angie licking the cunt Donna held wide open, Edna let out a sigh and said, "Not you, too.

Edna looked to Donna and said, "This trait had to come down from your father's side. I just don't understand it. Go ahead. You two can eat all the pussy you like.

I'll never turn down a hungry cunt licker, human or animal, male or female, young or old, friend or family. Just don't expect me to reciprocate. From now on, if you'll call ahead, I'll be ready.

I'll make sure it's clean and fresh. Right now, it must smell like a fish market and taste like three-day-old mackerel. She did wince a bit when her mother said, "No, we like raw pussy, raunchy and sweaty.

We love that musky cunt scent. Like I said, I don't understand it, but if that's what you like, you're welcome to eat my musky cunt to your heart's content.

Just let me know when you're done. Eat her till she comes. Angie, is your mother making you do this? She said, "Yes. She said I was her bitch.

She made me eat you. She took Donna firmly by the hand and dragged her into the den. While being dragged away, Donna stared back at Angie with unbelieving eyes.

When the door shut, Edna faced Donna and angrily said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?

How dare you force this on that child. Have you lost your fucking mind, Donna Marie? Do you realize we just raped that child? Do you realize we could both be put under a jail for three lifetimes for this?

She wanted this. She's no virgin. Doug's father saw to that. There's not a hole on that kid that hasn't been thoroughly fucked, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

She's a whore and likes the label. She loved the idea of screwing Max in front of you. That's all we talked about all the way over here.

I guess she was sated and wasn't in the mood to go down on anyone. Maybe she likes her pussy fresh and clean. Maybe it's the hair that bothers her.

I don't know, but I do know she loves eating pussy. She damn near ate me into a coma last night. I thought you'd love to experience that.

I appreciate the thought. That screwing took a lot out of her. I feel the same way after he screws me. Right after a good humping, I want nothing to do with sex for hours afterward.

Personally, I wouldn't care to be humped like that. I like a long, slow screw. Angie's a real bitch. That, I'm certain of. She went ragdoll right away.

You'd have strained and grimaced all the way through it and gone, 'Yuck! Get this fucking mutt off me,' right after.

Angie's a bitch, no doubt about it. She had me worried. So, how long have you suspected me and Max? I've always wondered. Last night, I dwelled and it became obvious.

If Angie wants to keep on playing the bitch, I'll go along, but you'll strip her and lay her out for Max. You'll guide his cock and do it in front of anyone present including friends you bring over.

You can also inform your horny girl friends that I will not be pulling Max off anyone from now on. If he mounts, they get fucked or they leave and may never return.

Farrah will be pleased to hear that, but you make sure Connie and Ann understand. They will no longer be allowed to tease Max. If he mounts, they fuck.

I want that made perfectly clear. If they let him continue until he goes to mount, from that point on, they become bitches.

There's also a new rule for your female guests. They must wear skirts or dresses with nothing underneath. Explain the rules, Donna. I'll make it clear, but I doubt those rules will bother Connie.

The others are too iffy, so I doubt you'll be seeing any of them again. I know a fellow mutt lover and she is a fellow, more so than Connie or Farrah.

She's just more inhibited than they are, but she's a bitch through and through. With Connie and Farrah, it's just something fun to do on a lark or dare.

Are you sure? She just needs a slight push. Invite her over, explain the rules in no uncertain terms, then see if she comes.

If she accepts, she's ready. If not, it means she's not ready yet. Eventually, she'll come. If you're right, I'd sure love to see that. She's a gorgeous bitch, and Max is quite taken with her.

She wants him, wants him bad. We must get those two together. Are you serious about wanting me to look after Angie for a couple of days?

Stan needs cooling off. I knew he was no good. Just ask Angie. I don't suppose you mind if we have some fun during her stay. Have a ball. Generally, she can't get enough.

I'll let myself out. I'll bring her back. He'd cleaned up, had a fresh shave, and he'd splashed on an overdose of cologne. He was in seducer mode, right where Donna wanted him.

He went right to work, slowly and gently. Donna was very pleased but didn't let him know that. He had to put in hours of good seducing foreplay to get her on his dick, and that only lasted until he got cocky.

As soon as that happened, Donna calmly and casually uncocked and sauntered off. He had to start all over. In two days, Donna had the master seducer totally retrained.

The master seducer had Donna fucking and sucking like a true three-holer whore. In the end, it was a wash.

Each got what they wanted and thought the other had been beaten. Both were winners. They were now ready for Angie to be brought back into the equation.

Stan's goal was now their goal and they were eager to get started on the goal. Edna delivered, then stayed to watch Stan and Donna carry out their goal.

Edna was not shocked which disappointed Donna. She was sure her mother would shit. Edna didn't even blush. What Donna didn't know was that her mother and father had been doing that and more for two days.

Great minds think alike, but they don't always share what they are thinking. Angie was getting more sex than she knew what to do with.

Every adult in her life with the exception of her father, but including the only dog, was venting all sexual urges and desires on her immature body and that abuse was taking its toll.

She was getting her fill of being poked and creamed, reamed and slimed. The novelty wore off quickly but her soreness didn't.

Take away the novelty and leave sore and sticky, you get an unhappy camper. When Stan and Donna climbed off of Angie, they found out how unhappy their camper was.

Edna was still there, so she found out as well. Angie climbed down from the table, wiped fuck from her face, then glared at the three adults who were expecting her impish, fresh-fucked, did-something-naughty grin.

Three ghostly-white adults sat staring at the last point they could see her. Slowly, they looked to each other and realized who the boss really was.

They also realized the boss just won all the marbles and took them to her room. Edna decided it was time for her to go, but left with this advice: "Donna, you're playing with fire.

She turns off and on like a faulty light switch. She did that several times over the past two days. She'll cool off and get horny and want more.

When she wants it, she'll make you forget your resolve. One day, she'll turn off and dial the phone.

I'm through playing with fire. You keep her away from my home until this gets straightened out for good. I mean it. I wish you luck, but I fear the worst.

Keep me and your father out of this. Well, I'll be seeing you. My work is done here. Good luck, kid. Tell Doug to be careful, and if this shit blows up in your faces, don't mention my name.

She remained scared shitless until Angie emerged from her room three hours later, came up, and hugged her. She was fully dressed, looking like her old self, and wanted to go out and play.

She went and played till dark. When it was bedtime, Angie climbed in bed with Donna and would not be moved. Donna tried to sleep with a vaginal leech.

The next day, Donna took her to K-Mart and bought her a new swimsuit and it wasn't even under a flashing blue light. They took in a movie and had dinner at Burger King.

The next three days were spent doing fun things: zoo, park, beach, water park, more shopping, fast food, sixty-nine, and ten trips to Dairy Queen. When Doug arrived home, everything was back to normal.

Donna was happy. Angie was happy. Everything was just as he'd left it. After getting that impression, he said, "Donna, didn't Dad stick around?

He left four days ago. He repeatedly raped me and Angie, violated every orifice of our bodies many times, made us swallow semen, got us both pregnant, then said his work was done and just left.

Why, was there more you wanted done to us? He left feeling like he'd done a good job for you. He thought you'd be pleased. That was not what I wanted.

Rape was never the plan. He was to use gentle seduction and stop at the first absolute no. I just wanted him to loosen you up and give Angie some sexual experience.

I had no idea he'd resort to rape. He seduced. Boy, did he seduce. He did loosen us up, and he followed your orders to a 'T'. He did good, very good.

I'm a swallowing three-holer, and your daughter is also a swallowing three-holer. We may be pregnant. Time will tell.

I have to warn you, though. Angie runs very hot or very cold, and she turns on a dime. When she wants sex, you'd better give it to her, but give her only what she wants when she wants it for as long as she wants it or she gets very angry and wants to punish the object of her anger.

If she stayed pissed, she'd do it, too. You can't let her be pissed either from not getting enough or getting too much. We've created a monster, Doug, a sex monster.

We're not her parents; we're her sex slaves. She needs a male and a female. Right now, she wants cock. You're up. She 's waiting in our bedroom.

Make her happy. I'll be waiting if you need me. Go get 'em tiger. He returned two hours later, dragging ass, not smiling. He tapped Donna and said, "You're up.

An hour later, he tagged Donna. She tagged him thirty minutes later. Ten minutes after that, Doug came out to tell Donna that they were both up.

They both trudged down the hall and didn't emerge until late the next morning. Over coffee, while Angie slept like a satisfied baby, Doug said, "Damn, Donna.

We can't keep this pace up. She'll kill us. You're the new monkey in the zoo. She'll settle down. Today won't be so bad.

You'll see. She needs to understand the limitations of a penis. Can't you make her understand? We could ask Stan to move in permanently.

I think two cocks will more than suffice, that and a dog or two. What am I saying, he'd jump on the offer. Are you serious? You'd let him move in on a permanent basis?

That you subordinate your marital rights to him. The order will be: Angie, Stan, me, then you. When it comes to making financial decisions, you're the boss.

When it comes to making home decisions, I'm the boss. When it comes to family decisions, Stan is the boss, and when it comes to matters of sex, Angie is the boss.

Angie might hear. Donna, this is crazy. We can't live like this. Let's sit Angie down and have a heart to heart. She'll agree to everything, but as soon as she gets horny, all that goes out the window.

Try if you want, but I think you'll find that nothing changes. If she had to get dressed and walk to the Seven Eleven to call, she'd cool off long before she got there.

We could unplug the phone and tell her no. See what happens before having it disconnected. If it works, I'll gladly live without a phone.

She understood, pledged her support, wanted the phone taken out, and everything was fine until she got horny and was told, NO.

She marched out of the house, straight to the neighbor's house, used their phone, and fucked up everyone's life when shocked investigators dragged out the whole story.

Angie ended up in a physically abusive foster home, ran away, lived on the streets, became addicted to drugs, and died of a heroin overdose at the age of fifteen.

Donna and Edna went to a women's prison. Donna was killed by an angry prison mob shortly after her arrival. Edna committed suicide two months later.

The men went to state prison. Two were killed by inmates within three years of incarceration. Doug committed suicide after he got the news of Angie's death.

Even Max wound up in the pound and was executed. This ending really sucks, but just as in real life, endings sometimes suck.

The End Oh, all right. Stop your whining. Here's another ending you can plug in if you prefer. She marched out of the house, got halfway down the block, stopped, then returned to her anxious parents, humbled and sorry for her childish display.

They disconnected the phone. Stan moved in and became the king cock. Edna had her bitch. Angie became a good whore to five adults, bore six bastards, married Stan and lived happily ever after.

Max died of old age, a canine heart attack brought on while fucking a pom pom girl from next door. Fortunately, he came and went. The pom pom girl also came, but she stayed pinned under a dead dog until her mother heard her daughter's calls and dragged the dead mutt off her kid, saying, "Now, look what you've done, Brenda.

You went and killed Edna's dog. You get your bitch ass in the shower then go to your room and wait there until your father gets home.

Cup your damn pussy, you fucking slut! Well, Max, you met your match. Don't say I didn't warn you. Edna is going to be heart broken.

Poor thing. Every bitch in the neighborhood is going to be pissed at me. Damn Brenda, anyway. I removed my clothes quickly. My panties were so wet. I started to rub my clit and pinch my nipples thinking about Doug's big cock.

I rubbed furiously at my clit then shoved my fingers up inside my soaked cunt. I was on the floor against the wall.

I had to grab a towel to put in my mouth so he wouldn't here me. I was fucking my self so hard and fast that soon I erupted squirting all over the floor.

It was so intense that I shock all over. I collapsed on the bathroom floor still shaking and thought about Doug and whether he could keep our dirty secret because I now wanted his cock so bad.

I was definitely going to figure out a way of getting that big cock inside me. Subscribe Published by T0rr1b.

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Now she was sitting on the front porch catching what little breeze she could and she noticed her neighbor, Mr.

Burns, out in his garden. He was an older man, older than her father but other than the deep lines across his forehead and creasing his mouth like deep parenthesis' he didn't look bad.

He was a bit of a mystery in the neighborhood. He was friendly but kept to himself. He lived alone and rarely had visitors.

Alice had heard her parents friends whispering that they wondered if he was gay since he never seemed to have girlfriends. He did have a couple of nieces that visited from college every few months or so.

Alice had met one of them getting the mail one day and she'd told her that she was going to the University upstate and stayed with her uncle when she couldn't fly home.

The other girl came at different times but had told a friend of Alice's Mom almost the same story about her situation.

Alice had become increasingly curious about Mr. Burns over the summer. She could swear that she'd caught him watching her a few times and once when she was laying out in the backyard, topless she'd heard some rustling on his side of the shared hedge and had been convinced he'd been over there, although she didn't see or hear anything else when she'd walked closer to check.

Now, she watched as he shoveled mulch from a wheelbarrow into a flower bed and faced with another monotonous day stretching before her she impulsively stood and walked across the yard.

As she approached Mr. Burns straightened and wiped his brow. I was just wondering if you wanted any help?

Now they're putting off letting me get it until Fall. It's a long story. I suppose some help would be nice. Burns winked at her and grabbed the wheelbarrow, heading off to the backyard where he had a large pile of mulch next to an enormous workshop.

Alice bent over and began pulling the few weeds that had come up around a grouping of flowers. Burns really was in good shape for an old guy and she let her mind drift to some of the websites she'd found with older men spanking younger girls.

She'd always found them appealing and none of the men on those websites were nearly as good looking as Mr. Suddenly she was dying to know if he really was gay or if she was right that she'd caught him looking at her with more than passing interest.

She glanced down at herself, suddenly conscious of how she was dressed. Cut-off denim shorts, not too short but they were from low-rise jeans so they only came up to just below her belly button.

Her t-shirt was a little baggy but it was thin and she could see the outline of her black bra beneath the faded pink fabric.

Feigning more heat than she felt, Alice quickly tied her t-shirt up just under her bra so her smooth stomach and waist showed.

Burns would come from behind so she bent down on her knees and leaned far into the bed so all he would see when he rounded the corner was her ass high in the air, shorts stretched tight.

It took about an hour to finish weeding and mulching the remaining flower beds. Alice took every opportunity to show off her body.

Her breasts weren't huge but they were a nice round 34C with nipples that pointed up and were nice and long when she got horny.

Her legs were long for her only 5'5" frame, making her look a bit taller than she really was. Her blond shoulder length hair was tied up in a ponytail on top of her head and luckily she'd taken the time to put on a little make-up this morning although some of it she'd sweated off.

When the last bit of mulch was patted down, Mr. Burns stepped back in satisfaction and thanked her for a job well done. And then he winked again.

Alice was still unsure if he was just being nice to someone he perceived as a kid or if he was looking at her as the horny teen that she felt like. Burns asked as he laid down his rake.

Alice nodded and followed as he waved her to follow him toward a door on the side of his house. His kitchen was clean and modern with sleek lines and not a lot of clutter unlike their kitchen at home.

Burns pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and a bottle of wine. He poured the tea in a tall slim glass and set it in front of her and then a glass of wine for himself.

Nice to have some company for a change. He did a bit of freelance writing from time to time but he'd received a modest inheritance years ago and was pretty comfortable, as he put it.

Alice started to lie then became too intrigued with where the subject matter could take them. Burns looked surprised for just an instant and then he broke out in a hearty laugh.

I finished high school this year but I'm still debating college. Burns said quietly and then seemed lost in thought for a moment. Alice hesitated for only a moment before following him through the carpeted great room and into a hardwood hallway.

At the end of the hall Mr. While you live here, I'll be your whore. Doug gets nothing. Doug can sleep on the couch and jack off.

He'll make her a three-holer the first night. She's a lusty little wench. She'll give him no trouble at all now that I have her good and broke in.

She aspires to three-holer whoredom. She even wants to get knocked up. He'll be fucking her ass and she'll beg him to cum in her cunt.

I know my boy. He'll give her what she wants. He'll knock that little whore up, knock her up good. He was now pushing his naked, erect cock through her legs.

Donna gripped tightly to the counter as she looked down and watched the bulbous crown slide through her moist cunt lips.

Her vaginal wetness dripped on them making a dark stain where the wetness soaked into the canvas fabric. She hoped they wouldn't fall apart in the washer.

Donna didn't think very long about salvaging her shoes, not with that thick cudgel doing delicious things in her intimate anatomy.

She found herself trying to capture the head each time it ventured near the entrance to her adultery chamber, but her efforts were futile and only made her look pathetic.

He was teasing, tormenting, driving her to look pathetic. Donna thought about Angie seeing this vulgar tease and the pathetic response to it.

She couldn't stop the response, so she said, "Can't we take this into the bedroom? I don't want Angie to see me like this. She should see this.

She needs to see this. You're her role model. She needs to see what a hard-up, horny slut her mommy is. She should be along soon. When she gets in a good viewing position, I'll give you some cock to workout on.

I'll let you get it good and slimy before I shove it up your ass. I'll have Angie pull your cheeks apart. She'd like that job - Mommy's little helper.

Take me into the bedroom and I'll grovel for it. Honest, just don't humiliate me in front of my child. I'm the master, remember. This is how it should be done.

It's in the master seducer's handbook. You have the mommy set the example. Angie's a fast learner. She'll be acting like her mommy in no time at all once she sees a good slutty example.

Why don't you get naked while we're waiting on Angie. She wanted to change into something sexy for me. She needs to know that naked is sexy. Show her how sexy you can be.

I mean it, Stan! Stop, or I'll make you stop. I'll scream. I swear, I will. I'll send her off to stay with my parents until you leave. See if I don't.

Within the space of a full minute, he managed to get all ten inches in and then let her settle to her heels, impaled, stretched beyond her wildest imaginings, stuffed with cock.

He let her catch her breath. She stood with her arms straight, knuckles white, head hung, stuffed like a turkey. Stan held her by the breast meat and did some neck nuzzling while she adjusted to serving as a turkey.

He said, while lick-flicking her lobe, "You're not going to scream are you Donna, dear? What she'll see is a rape and a proper response to it.

And that's the last thing she'll see of you. If that's what you want, go ahead and fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I'm enjoying this.

I love your big cock. Fuck my ass. I'll learn to love that, too. She'll never see that. Rape me all you want.

I'll never tell, but she'll see rape every time. I'll set a fine example. You win for now, but I'm not through with you, not by a long shot.

I'll get what I want the hard way, but I will eventually get all that I want, and I want to knock her ass up with your help. You'll hold her legs apart while sitting on her face, face-fucking the little bitch while I pump my sperm into her fertile womb.

See if you don't, and you'll do it before Doug gets back. That's a promise. Donna took the pleasant fucking in stride until Angie rounded the corner, then true to her word, she struggled hard.

She twisted free and got the cock out, but not without putting on a vulgar exhibition that Angie absorbed with her own wide-eyed stare. She saw it all, up close and personal - the sopping wet naked pussy, the cock stuffed in it to the balls, a hard driving stroke, and the cock popping out with a wet, sucking pop.

After breaking free, Donna backed away, tugging her dress back in place, having great difficulty getting it out from under the belt. She eventually got decent again, then stood red-faced, fuming, putting on a good show of a woman incensed, outraged, assaulted, affronted, fully penetrated and fucked in her own kitchen.

She looked absurd as she called Stan every name in the book, all the while staring at his glistening cock, arched up through his open fly.

He listened while stroking his cock. He then turned to Angie and told her to get on her knees and suck it for him, to finish what her mother started.

She had changed into something sexy - panties that she wore pulled into her cracks. The rules said she had to wear them, but not how.

This wasn't the first time Angie wore something sexy for her Grandpa. Donna stood with her arms folded. Angie looked to her mother as though to obtain her permission.

Donna's stony expression neither forbade nor encouraged, so when Grandpa insisted, Angie knelt and brought the shaft down so that the head was at her lips.

She squeezed the blood out of the ballooned head, then quickly got it in her mouth before it re-inflated. She then sucked and jacked as she'd been taught, now in profile to her mother, obviously not bothered in the least that the thing she was sucking on had just come out of her mother's pussy.

Donna thought, "So, that's how she did it. That'll come in handy when I take that thing into my ass. Blow jobs were now out in the open and permissible.

Masturbation was now in order. Between orgasms, she had a great deal to think about. The sopping wet gauntlet had been thoroughly thrown down, his intentions made crystal clear, and his ultimate goal made shockingly clear.

Donna was truly shocked at his ultimate goal and the bizarre way he wanted to do it, but the image of Angie taking that cock, still wet and slimy with her own mother's cunt juice had Donna thinking the unthinkable - face fucking her daughter while her sexy father-in-law planted his incestuous seed in her recently fertile womb.

The provocative thought never would have entered Donna's mind had she not seen how readily Angie took that slimy dick into here mouth. Vaginal lubricants obviously held no more revulsion than the gooey stuff that comes out of a man's cock.

Donna could not imagine that, having grown up thinking her vagina was a smelly, dirty crack between her legs.

She never could understand how women could have oral sex with other women. All women knew how dirty the pussy can be, how smelly it can get, and how disgusting slimy panties are if you have to wear them after a good slimeing or bike ride.

Donna could not get that image out of her mind and imagined Angie eagerly licking the dick clean after the blow job. She had no difficulty imagining that scene.

Angie would do it to please her grandpa if not to please herself. She'd love it and probably couldn't wait to get started. He'd love it, too, and drive home the fact that she was licking up her mother's cunt juice, licking it off the dick that fucked her.

Angie saw the dick fuck her mother, saw it good, full front, going fully in and almost fully out, pumping, fucking. Stan saw to it by turning Donna to face Angie, holding her firmly by the tits, controlling her in her useless struggles until she kicked back hard enough to force a release.

For several minutes, Angie saw fucking. After she dropped to her knees for a better view, her face was almost in it.

She was close enough to smell it. Her daughter knew what a good fuck smelled like, but she didn't make a face.

Donna thought about the face Angie did make, a face as though she liked the scent of fuck. Donna remembered staring down on Angie as she sniffed at their fucking genitals, her face getting slapped by wet swinging balls as she sniffed the point of entry, her nose getting wet as she sniffed the clit.

Most of all, she recalled the pleasing face Angie made after every sniff. Donna brought a wet hand to her nose and sniffed, prepared to make a disagreeable face, but she smelled clean and sexy, feminine, a musky scent not a nasty smell.

Not bad. Certainly not like the smell of panties after a long bike ride following a flashing episode wherein a grown man showed his dick from a parked car.

She sniffed all over and made faces like Angie had. Sounds, too. Intrigued, she tentatively touched her tongue tip to a wet finger. Hummm, not bad.

She licked. She sucked a finger - sucked two. She licked her hand clean, then went for more. She wondered what Angie's sexy young pussy tasted like.

She wondered what it would be like to sixty-nine with Angie in front of her parents. She wondered what it would be like to sixty-nine with her mother in front of Angie and Doug, her father, or her mother's German shepherd, Max.

And then, she wandered if Max ever fucked her mother. She smiled at a frequent thought she had never allowed to linger, then smiled at the notion that her mother was that hard up and probably had.

After all, German Shepherds are not house dogs. Max was a house dog and someone had taught him nasty habits.

He knew where to find a girl's pussy and treated every pussy that entered his house as his private stock. Every female was a bitch in heat to Max.

She thought about all the embarrassing scenes, about all the times Max got his head up under a dress: her own, Connie's, Farah's, Ann's, even Angie's.

Donna and Angie had been subjected to Max's oral assaults and clutching leg humps on every visit for the past three years. You don't wear a dress or turn your back on Max while visiting the folks, but they always did.

She now saw their thoughtlessness for what it really was - blatant provocation. She also saw her mother's actions for what they were - encouraging.

She not only encouraged Max by not correcting the behavior, she encouraged female visitors by not making an issue of their thoughtlessness, their embarrassing acts of blatant provocation, especially Farrah who recently took up the habit of not wearing panties under a short clingy skirt that remained up when nosed out of the way - pretty blatant, too blatant to ignore, but her mother ignored it.

Her father stared at it. They all stared at Farrah's shaved pussy getting licked until he mounted and her mother was forced to tug on Max's collar or watch him screw the horny bitch.

Still, she wouldn't admonish Max or Farrah, just prevent them from mating. Donna smiled at the image of her nude mother being fucked by Max, now absolutely certain she was a dog fucker.

She smiled bigger at the notion that a mutt fucker would probably like getting licked by a little girl or a grown daughter.

She smiled even bigger at the thought that Angie would probably do it after the dog and would love eating a messy, gooey cunt - her own grandmother's cunt with dog fuck in it.

Donna shook her head to clear the absurd thoughts and vivid images, amazed that they would still plague her after three orgasms. Normally, after one good cum, all silly sexual notions left her and she could return to normal.

Not now, not after what she'd witnessed and done. Not after getting her pussy properly stretched, especially not after getting fucked in front of her daughter and seeing how much she enjoyed watching, enjoyed smelling, even tasting an adulterous fuck.

It was Angie's licking at their joined genitals that prompted the serious kicking that ended the fuck. Had she not licked, Donna was prepared to struggle ineffectively until Gramps got his rocks off.

Donna regretted that impulsive reaction to something she thoroughly enjoyed. Getting licked while getting fucked was the ultimate sexual experience, and when the licker is her own thirteen-year-old daughter, the fucker, her well-hung father-in-law; well, it just didn't get any better than that, and she kicked to get free.

She now wanted to kick herself - hard. Things were different, now, and Donna saw no going back. She didn't give going back much thought.

They were moving ahead, onward and downward. Stan would not let up, and his seduction was now in overdrive. He'd conquered two holes out of six, maybe more, though she'd be impressed if he could get it up so soon after two cums.

Still, it was possible. She'd left them alone long enough and never told him he couldn't. She only asked that he spare her daughter's other holes.

She didn't demand, establish a rule. It was just a request. His response to that request was to tell her exactly what he planned to do to those holes - fuck them well and knock one up.

Donna laid there staring up at the ceiling, debating her course. His goal was now her goal, but she wanted him to earn it.

She liked being under the influence of a master seducer, and he was a master at seduction. He'd get his way even if she hated it.

Taking Angie to stay at her parent's house was the only way to prevent him from reaching his goal, and that threat was her only weapon, the only way to slow him down, impede his progress, drag out an exciting seduction.

She thought about ways to accomplish their goal without being too obvious or too subtle. They knew she was in the bedroom masturbating.

He stopped by several times to taunt her in the crudest way. The first time, she denied the charge angrily, but each time after that, she admitted it and asked to be left to finish in peace knowing full well that Angie was at his side, probably naked, giggling, playing with his dick or her own pussy, possibly licking his sperm off her soaked fingers after pulling them from her drippy cunt.

Donna thought this thought and shook her head again. She mumbled, "Christ, get a grip, girl. Stop feeding me this filth. Three is all you get.

Three is enough. You're a wife and mother. Act like one, you slut. Having stripped naked, she needed something and that unflattering house dress lying in a crumpled heap at the side of the bed simply wouldn't do.

She rummaged through her wardrobe looking for something clingy and short. She selected a red spandex hip hugger she hadn't worn since her tenth year high school reunion two years ago.

She slipped it on with nothing underneath and modeled before the full-length mirror on the back of the door - very sexy, very revealing.

She found the matching high heels and put them on. Now, she looked like she wanted to get fucked. She studied her reflection and wondered at the wisdom of sending that message this soon.

It wasn't so much the message but the dress with nothing under it and four-inch heels was an unconditional surrender, a pathetic admission of need.

That's how she felt, but she wasn't ready to let Stan know he'd won unconditionally. She changed into a skirt and blouse combination, complete with bra and panties that said, "I want to look sexy.

Donna studied this image and smiled. This was it, the look she was after. She squared her shoulders and emerged from seclusion.

She found them in the living room in another posed position. This time, they were both nude and Angie was face-up on his lap with her legs wide, her head hanging off his knees.

Stan was playing with her splayed beaver while grinning at Donna. Angie was also looking at Donna but her view was up-side-down. Donna paused to take in the provocative sight, then calmly walked over, getting close enough to give Angie a clear view up her skirt to bare pussy.

Angie unabashedly gazed up her mother's legs, then strained to get her head directly under the skirt. Seeing this, Donna edged closer until her knees straddled Stan's knees and the skirt shrouded Angie's head.

Right after that move, she got licked in the slit. It took all the will power Donna could muster not to visibly react to the tongue now lapping over all of the wet areas between Donna's legs.

Somehow, Donna managed and addressed herself to Stan, saying, "You are pushing it, mister. There's a difference. If it doesn't stop, I'll dress her and take her to my mother's house.

You couldn't look hornier if you came out naked fingering your pussy. I doubt that. In the mean time, I won't have her youthful charms to compete with.

I told you I'd permit oral sex between you and Angie. She doesn't seem to mind serving you in that manner, and I see no harm, but if blow jobs aren't good enough for you, yes, I'll remove the temptation entirely.

What you get, you'll get from me, and I'm not that horny. I doubt that you'd get all you want with only one female in the house, but who knows.

Do you want to find out if one is enough? He dropped the skirt and was busy mulling new strategy. She waited - outwardly showing dispassionate calm; inwardly, dying a thousand deaths.

Angie nervously waited while nursing on her mommy's clit, oblivious that she killed her mother with every flick of her tongue.

Stan raised the skirt again, mulled, thinking getting her pussy sucked was no big deal to Donna. He finally said, "Okay, we'll play by your rules for the time being.

She placed the heel of her hand on Angie's chin and pushed down. This pulled her clit out long until it popped free and sprang back like a rubber band, making Donna's eyes go cross and water.

Donna blinked rapidly as she stepped back to avoid a recapture. She sucked a deep breath and regained her composure. She looked down on the shiny face of her daughter and said, "You go put some clothes on, and I don't want to see you naked with him again.

And put panties on. Keep panties on, and keep his hands out of them. Keep anything of his out of them. There's a reason for that and it's not to give you something to suck on.

The reason is obvious, but it's enough to say that I'm the adult and you're the child. If I want my genitals exposed at all times, I'll expose them.

Now, get, or get ready to stay with Grandma Edwards. The slap came from Stan with his admonition to be patient and wear something sexy.

When she was out of the room, Stan eyed Donna critically, then said, "So, you want to play games, do you? All right. We'll play games.

Get naked and get mounted. Take it or leave it. Frankly, by the look of things, I doubt you could take it. Suit yourself. I can live with blow jobs.

Can you live with watching them? She had dishes to finish. The game was on. Together, they tortured her, driving her to openly masturbating with her blouse undone all the way and her skirt rucked up around her waist, and that was after only three hours.

By nightfall, Donna remained nude, fucking herself with anything phallic. By trial and error, Stan managed to key on those things that excited Donna the most.

He quickly discovered her passion for a cunt-sucking daughter and shared that information with Angie in private plotting sessions. Each time they emerged, Donna was presented with a well-rehearsed passion play that left her devastated.

Once they learned the truth, Angie was like a leech attached to her pussy, and there was no preventing the attachment or freeing herself of the leech until the leech decided to let go.

Angie could make her mother do tricks to get attached, and once attached, she could bring on a pathetic display of wanton need that made Donna's prior performance with Stan look tame by comparison.

Counting orgasms was a waste of time as they tended to blend together. She could have counted the peaks but didn't think of it.

Had they been graphed, the number would be in three digits. When it was time to turn in, Donna was wasted, a total wreck. Stan and Angie left her sprawled on the living room floor with a large cucumber up her ass.

They took her bedroom and locked her out. Donna knew they were fucking. She could hear them fucking. That wasn't enough. After they fucked, Stan led Angie out.

He led her over to Donna who was still sprawled on the floor, then posed her. Donna looked up the naked column's of her daughter's legs to a well-fucked pussy streaming semen down both inner thighs.

Angie straddled her mother's head, stood in a half squat, pulled her cunt lips apart, and said, "Grandpa fucked my cunt. Wanna lick? Donna didn't even close her mouth.

Fuck poured in and puddled in the back of her throat. She held the puddle for a minute or so, then swallowed. From then on, she swallowed any accumulation.

She then licked, licked deep, and made Angie squirm and cum. She ate that, too. After that, Stan and Angie returned to the bedroom, leaving her to sleep wherever she pleased.

She slept on the sofa because the nearest empty bed was too far to crawl to. That's where they found her the following morning, only she wasn't numb.

She was pissed. Well, she acted pissed when Angie's fucked asshole flowed over her nose. She flung Angie and shot up coughing, having inhaled fuck - buttfuck.

Stan knew he'd gone too far, but Donna's upturned face hanging off the edge was too tempting to resist. Donna told Angie to get dressed and get in the car.

She told Stan to stay out of her sight until further notice. He wisely left the house. Donna had to put a scare into them, otherwise, the game was over.

Angie thought it was very over and was quite despondent on the ride to Grandma's house. She wouldn't look at her mother, but Donna kept looking at Angie, recalling exciting scenes from the previous day.

There were so many, a simple glance at Angie conjured up a dozen. Angie had no clue that her mother was turned on. Without her grandfather to guide her, she was lost.

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